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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.