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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.