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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 ABC 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.