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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.