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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.