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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.