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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Nas,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.