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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.