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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.