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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.