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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.