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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.