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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.