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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.