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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.