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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.