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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Q65,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.