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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.