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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.