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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.