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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Nas,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.