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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.