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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.