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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.