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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.