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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.