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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.