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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.