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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.