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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.