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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.