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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.