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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.