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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.