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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Faust,
Ludus,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.