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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.