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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.