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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.