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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.