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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Move,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.