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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.