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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.