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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.