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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Index,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Jandek,
the Association,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.