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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.