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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.