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 Syria 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
UT,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.