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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
X-101,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.