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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.