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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.