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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.