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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.