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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.