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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.