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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.