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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.