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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.