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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.