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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.