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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.