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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.