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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.