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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.