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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.