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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.