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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.