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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.