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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.