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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Scion,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.