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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Faust,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.