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 Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.