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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.