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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.