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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.