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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 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 Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.