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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.