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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.