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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.