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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Newcleus,
UT,
the Human League,
Motorama,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.