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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Television,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.