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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.