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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Crime,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.