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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.