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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.