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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.