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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.