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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.