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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.