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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.