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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.