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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.