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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Q65,
CMW,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.