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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.