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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.