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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.