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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Neu!,
DNA,
AZ,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.