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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.