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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.