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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the punk 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.