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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.