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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.