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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.