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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Television,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.