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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.