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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.