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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.