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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.