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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.