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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.