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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.