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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.