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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.