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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 T. Rex 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.