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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.