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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.