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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Television,
The Move,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.