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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.