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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.