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 Armenia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.