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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Faust,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.