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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.