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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.