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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.