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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.