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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.