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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.