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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.