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 Georgia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.