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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.