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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.