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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.