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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.