Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.