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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Television,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.