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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
the Association,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.