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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.