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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.