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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.