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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Nas,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.