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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.