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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.