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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.