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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.