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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.