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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.