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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.