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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.