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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.