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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.