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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Can,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.