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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.