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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.