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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.