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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.