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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.