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 New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.