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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.