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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.