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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.