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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.