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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.