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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.