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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.