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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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.