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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Motorama,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.