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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.