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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.