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 Belize 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Technova 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.