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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.