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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.