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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.