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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.