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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.