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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.