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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
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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.