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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.