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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.