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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.