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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.