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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Scientists 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Fear,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.