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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
June Days,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.