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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Kayak,
The Gories,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.