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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
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.