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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.