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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.