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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.