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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.