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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.