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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.