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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.