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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.