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 Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.