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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.