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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.