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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.