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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
The Names,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.