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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.