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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.