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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.