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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.