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 Malawi and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Association to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Television,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.