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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.