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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.