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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.