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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Brick,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.