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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.