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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.