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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.