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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.