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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.