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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.