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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.