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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.