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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
MDC,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.