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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.