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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.