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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.