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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.