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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
PIL,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.