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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.