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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.