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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.