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 Senegal 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.