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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.