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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.