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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.