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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.