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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.