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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.