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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
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Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.