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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.