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 Libya 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.