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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.