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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Chrome,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.