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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.