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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
New Order,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.