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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Nas to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
MC5,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.