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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.