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 Libya 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
the Association,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.