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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.