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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.