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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.