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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Nas,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.