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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Index,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.