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 Uganda and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Gang Green,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.