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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.