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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.