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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.