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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
World's Most,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.