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 Brazil 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.