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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.