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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scrapy 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.