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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Swans,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.