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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Oneida,
Wire,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.