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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.