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 Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.