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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Index,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.