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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.