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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.