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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.