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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.