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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.