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 India and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.