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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.