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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Swans,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
The Victims,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.