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 Suriname and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Count Five to the punk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.