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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Holt 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.