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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.