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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.