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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Wire,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Japan,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.