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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.