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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.