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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.