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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Magma,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.