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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.