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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.