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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.