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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.