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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.