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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
The Busters,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.