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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Can,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
New Order,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.