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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.