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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.