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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.