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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.