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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.