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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.