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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.