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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Television,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.