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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
the Normal,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.