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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.