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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.