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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.