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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.