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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.