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 Mali and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.