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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.