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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.