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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.