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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.