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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
DNA,
Suicide,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.