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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Faust,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.