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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.