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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.