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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.