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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.