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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.