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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
UT,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.