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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.