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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.