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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.