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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.