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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.