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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.