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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.