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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.