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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Wire,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.