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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.