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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.