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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.