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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.