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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s 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 The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
UT,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.