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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.