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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.