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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.