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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.