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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.