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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.