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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
The Move,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.