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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.