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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.