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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.