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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.