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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Wings,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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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.