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 Laos 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.