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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.