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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.