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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.