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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.