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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Swans,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.