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 Solomon Islands and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.