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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Q65,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.