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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.