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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.