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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.