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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.