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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The American Breed to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.