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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.