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 Romania 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.