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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.