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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.