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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.