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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.