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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.