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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.