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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.