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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
The Move,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.