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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.