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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.