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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.