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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.