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 Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.