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 France and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Television,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.