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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.