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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.