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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.