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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Motions to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.