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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Index,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.