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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.