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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.