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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.