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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.