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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.