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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.