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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
MDC,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.