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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.