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 Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.