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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.