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 India and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
X-102,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.