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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.