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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Television,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.