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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Niagra,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.