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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.