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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.