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 Australia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.