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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.