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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.