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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.