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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.