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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.