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 Peru 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.