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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.