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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.