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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.