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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.