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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.