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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.