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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.