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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.