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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.