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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.