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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.