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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.