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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.