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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.