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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak 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?
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.