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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.