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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Can,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Monks,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.