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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.