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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.