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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
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.