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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.