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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.