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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.