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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.