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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Dead C to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.