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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.