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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.