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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.