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 China 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Q65,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.