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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.