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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
DNA,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.