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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
UT,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.