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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.