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 Israel 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.