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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Main Source to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.