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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Swans,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.