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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
MDC,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.