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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
the Swans,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.