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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Lyres,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.