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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Television,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.