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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.