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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.