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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.