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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.