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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.