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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.