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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Nas,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.