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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Can,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.