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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.