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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.