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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.