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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.