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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.