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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.