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 Chad 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Easy Going,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.