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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Chrome,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.