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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.