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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.