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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.