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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.