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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.