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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
The Move,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.