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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.