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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
June Days,
New Order,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.