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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Faust,
Organ,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.