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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Wire,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.