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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Index,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.