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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.