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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.