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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Mars,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.