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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.