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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.