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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.