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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
the Association,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Saints,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.