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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.