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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.