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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.