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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.