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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Organ,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.