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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.