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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.