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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Wings,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.