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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.