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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.