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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Franke,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.