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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.