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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.