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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.