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 Montenegro 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.