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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.