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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.