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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.