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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Index,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.