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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.