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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Happenings 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.