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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.