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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.