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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.