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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
ABC,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.