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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.