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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.