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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.