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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.