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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.