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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.