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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.