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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.