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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.