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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.