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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.