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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.