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 Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.