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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.