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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.