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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.