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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.