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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.