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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.