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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.