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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.