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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.